Page 48 of Sorrow

“Nah. Don’t wanna have to tell her why. I’ll see you later, yeah? And stay by your phone. I might need a little backup.”

“With the girl? Damn, never thought I’d hear you admit that,” I tease. “Thinking about another Eiffel Tower?”

“Fuck you,” he laughs. “I meant with the job. I think I’ve got a line on where The Sons are gonna be, and I’m not planning on showing up in the cruiser if you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I hear you. I’ll keep the ringer on. Be safe out there.”

“Always.” He fidgets with his stupid broken badge and steals one more fry before he leaves, and it doesn’t take long for Sam to come out.

“I told you. I don’t have a choice, Hayes.”

“Choice about what?”

How long was she listening for?

“You keep looking at me like I’m crazy for wanting Nate to get me out no matter what it takes. Boo will never leave, and he’ll never support me leaving. I don’t have a choice.”

Oh. That bullshit.

“Yeah, I got it. What’s your safeword again?”

Yeah. I’m not going to sit here and listen to her talk about Nate tonight.

“Frost.”

“Glad you remember. Take off your clothes and come get under the table for me. On your knees.”

She licks her lips but doesn’t hesitate to obey me. Her movements are much more fluid now than they were the first time as she slides to her knees and crawls under the table, making my body slump slightly in relief. I don’t want to fight with her tonight, I just want to consume her.

“Good girl.” I reach out to pet along her chin, thumbing her pouty bottom lip. “Open.”

Her lips part as her tongue peeks out, flicking over my thumb. “Can I have your cock, Hayes?”

I’ll make her suck it for a few seconds as I contemplate my next move. I wasn’t going to when Iinitially had her kneel for me, but now that she’s down there...

“You can. But don’t suck, just keep me warm as I eat. I want to feel you relax.”

Humming, Samara pulls my cock out and licks me from balls to tip, making me hiss. “Sorry,” she giggles, drawing me in and settling with her cheek on my thigh.

Something about her giggle has me smiling like a fucking idiot as I take a bite.

My other hand reaches down to pet her before I even realize what I’m doing, but the way she reacts to the gentle brushes of my thumb on her cheek is worth it. She nuzzles in, wrapping her arm around my calf and squeezing gently, and I swear that little hug changes something in me.

Everything about this feels right. It’s not something I can explain or even fully comprehend, but somehow my best friend’s annoying little sister — the one who has driven me crazy since the moment I met her with her wild hair and dirty fingernails — brings me peace.

I could start fucking her mouth, and she’d love it if I did, but feeling her truly relax for what feels like the first time has both of us floating here like nothing outside can touch us. I’m not forcing her into submission rightnow, she’s giving it freely, and for that reason I have a sudden and violent urge to kill anyone who poses a threat to her. Including Nate.

He may not be on the same level as The Sons, but in a way, he’s more dangerous. He has the power to steal her away and chip at the woman she is under the surface until she doesn’t recognize herself anymore.

It makes me want to murder him first.

“Doing so good for me, Hurricane.”

For me.

Me.

Not him.

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